Every year everyone
Of us, embark on an happy exodus.
Train, bus, flight or run
"Can't come" isn't something to propose.
Sharda Sinha and the rest
Fills our loneliness on the way.
Super dense crush load, but mood is best
Such in a train journey before the lauva bhaat day.
Angika, maithali, ahomiya or Gawari
Everyone must find solace in Bhojpuri
For its the Chhath, minds our free
Nothing divides, if you are a Hindu Purbi.
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